Monday, March 24, 2014

The Cat's Got Her Tongue

OK.  Maybe it's not a problem with her tongue but those undead folks that have been visiting here lately.  More on that later.

As usual, I'm not being properly cared for around here.  I got a box, though, and I really like it.

My throne, it awaits me, and sinks under my massiveness.

Oreo Kitty here, trying to scratch life into this blog.

I was noticing that the female, Reffie, has been ignoring this blog.  I tried to encourage her to write but she said some gibberish about being busy with races, home projects, and getting ready for spring. 

One done sprung
In between sleep times, I have to beg for food.  This is no life for a cat.  I want OUTSIDE where I know there are yummy things to munch like those silly birds and squirrels I chirp at from my window.  Reffie told me the squirrels were being silly, the boy squirrel was trying to climb on top of the girl squirrel and make little squirrels.  Well, that sounds goofy but I bet I could eat a little squirrel in one gulp.  I'd be happy with anything in my food bowl right now.  Sigh.

Oh, and those undead?  Reffie and Hubby watched a show called The Returned.  It is French with English sub-titles and is about these dead people that start to come back.  Oh, and there is sex and nudity.  Reffie enjoyed it.  Evil Twin (E.T.) is still trying to figure out how to bring back the dead.  As usual, she is blaming everything on Aliens.

Ironically, I am also E.T.


** up comes a hairball from all that laughter **

I need a nap.  Reffie will clean up this more ways than one.

ET photo swiped from the Internet.  Reffie claims the other two.

"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"